Please specify when you request a quote. Funeral Overall. Overall Talent. Tom Grant was wonderful! It was a delight to have him perform at my Dad's service.
Concert Overall. Wonderful event. Tom's music was terrific. Wedding Overall. No Future Events. It is a murky situation and whatever i can do to help ill be glad to. At first I was dumbfounded and thought that this must just be a one-off mistake.
But the emails kept arriving so I had to look into it. For years he has written about the death of Kurt Cobain and how he was murdered perhaps by his wife and that there has been a cover-up to keep this story quiet, and on and on.
So when the Cobain-oriented stuff began piling up in my in-box, after merely deleting these, I started to answer. Probably I was starting to feel resentment that this other TG seemed to have more fans than I did. But one time I made the mistake of really blowing off some pent-up steam at one of these.
It was a woman…probably young…who lived in Germany. Her letter back to me was as condemning as mine was condescending and downright mean. And as a side note to all of this, I do have a strange connection to the Cobain world after all. They were close friends.
What a world! Just slight tinkering, adjustments. Instead of 2 or 3 singers, I will have just one singer who will work the first set with me. I will invite up any singers who show up on that night to sing 1, 2 or 3 tunes depending on time and how many of you show up.
Once again I would urge anyone who wants to sing in that setting to bring charts of the tunes they want to do. Those charts should be in the correct keys. And that means in the key that the singer sings the song comfortably. Not necessarily in the key in which the song was originally written.
Yes, right there on stage. But the most professional thing is to know your key and to have a music chart. You can contact me about that at tom tomgrant. We start the new format this coming Thursday night with the great Marilyn Keller being our featured guest singer. So please stop by and check out the scene. Shelly Rudolph will be singing with us. Dancing, romancing, all the makings for a memorable party.
There will be champagne, party favors, breathless patrons, and music, music, music! They were some Eugene folks that included one of my fraternity brothers who was the leader of a band called The Small Crowd.
They had been playing frat parties and other crappy gigs. They did a mix of originals and covers and had a very strikingly pretty lead singer named Kathy Smith. More on her later. They happily sacked the current keyboardist to make a space for me in the band and we were off to LA to make it big. On that first trip south, we lucked into a spot on amateur night at the Troubador on Santa Monica Bvd. That night, our set grabbed the attention of William E. It was that easy.
We scored. We were IN! Bill McEuen was able to get us a deal with World Pacific Jazz under the direction of Richard Bock who was one of those kingpins who made careers.
Ravi Shankar was his product. We moved to LA. We rented a house in The Valley with a pool. We all lived in the house. It was a special kind of hell. Six people in their early twenties trying to have a music career in LA and constantly working out their own individual and collective shit.
Bill marched us down to some Hollywood boutique and outfitted us in the most current and shee shee L.
Lots of velveteen, voile, Nehru Jackets and gender confusion. Bill McEuen had it wired in Orange County. On one of our gigs there, we performed a piece written especially for us by Steve Martin. It was more performance art than music and we were greeted with a rousing chorus of blank stares.
It was By then we had changed the band name to Mercy. The Small Crowd had been too…well…. Kathy quit the band and soon appeared with Richie Havens at several high profile concerts.
If anybody reading this knows the fate of Kathy Smith, please email me. With Kathy gone from the band, we soon realized that she was the main reason we had a record deal.
She sounded.. Linda Ronstadt. Kathy was mercurial and emotionally stressed. We were all a little that. But for sure, Kathy had been our main ticket to Stardom. We were sinking fast. The gig at the Inn Crowd was several nights a week.
People danced. There were drunken brawls, bikers, too much alcohol, drugs and depravity. We played there for the better part of a year. By day, it was different. Sometimes her other son John…the leader of the Dirt Band and a wonderful 5 string banjo player would come over and we would jam on bluegrass tunes. Jeri was quite generous and tolerant with us. But overall, things were becoming dreary. Often, we the 4 band guys would go out to lunch together.
We needed each others company. On one particular day, we were in the car arguing about which of our usual quick food places we would visit. We jumped out of the car and headed around to the front. We got a few feet from the front door which then flew open. A young guy staggered out in front of us. He fell forward and, onto his hands and knees, began to throw up on the walkway. There it was in front of us plain as could be; a symbolic bit of live poetry in puke. The sum total of our L.
We went back to the car, got in and for the next 20 minutes or so drove around Orange County, laughing uncontrollably. All of us. It was not long after that that I left Southern Cal for good, and went back to Eugene to finish school. Today as David Hays from Artisan Piano Services was over here touching up the tuning on my piano, he told me that he is soon taking delivery of the GHS piano in his shop.
He will be doing a complete rebuild of the insides of that piano. I was excited to hear about this because Grant is my alma mater, and that piano was in dire need of serious attention. And such attention involves replacement of strings, hammers, all mechanisms that make the piano go!
In these days of hyper-austerity, pianos are getting short shrift. Without naming names, one only needs to take a little tour of local bistros, bars, hotel lounges, etc to see that many do not have pianos. Those that do are hard pressed to keep up on tuning, and you can forget about regulating, voicing, or any other procedures that are a necessary part of the upkeep of pianos. There are new hybrid electrics that are far better than earlier generations of electric pianos. If anyone out there is looking to buy a piano, used, new or otherwise, feel free to contact me tom tomgrant.
These sessions start early and feature my band for an hour or so, and then what we hope turns out to be a lively invitation-only jam session with myriad musicians of all stripes, and singers too. First, what do I mean by invitation only? And if I do know you and feel that you would kind of know the language, then I will call you up at a time when i think it makes the best sense from the standpoint of who is on stage at the moment, and what combinations will make for interesting music.
So please wait to be called up and properly introduced. The other thing is that since we bill this as a jazz jam, we expect people to have a basic knowledge of chord changes, and the ability to follow the song and know where we are at any given moment. And that includes drummers! Please do not play while another person solos. That may be fitting for a New Orleans style jam, but not this one. While another person is playing, give them some space and respect. When Dave Grafe comes by with his beautiful pedal steel guitar, even Cole Porter sounds a little country.
We have lots of singers for various reasons. Everybody has a voice. I have rules for singers, although these are sometimes ignored or softened, depending on the exact situation.
Singers need to bring in charts music sheets. These are preferably no more than two pages one is preferred and a nice clear notation of at least the chord changes to the song you will sing. You get extra points for having the melody written in; extra extra points for having the lyrics written in.
Today our Golden Retriever Lola turned 7 years. We had her brother Buddy over for cake, ice cream, presents, birthday song, candles, the works. Buddy lives in the neighborhood. Late last year she was diagnosed with Lymphoma, a cancer of the lymphatic system.
She gained back the weight she had lost and then some. But the long term …well there probably is no long term. Even with chemo, dogs may get an extra year…more or less…with this treatment. We are incredibly sad with this. And so we glory in every day she is with us. She loves the daily or sometimes twice daily trips to the park where she chases the ball like a fiend, and sometimes plays with the other dog friends. She acts like a puppy, has some outrageously bad habits…like jumping on people.
She jumps up on total strangers, a few of whom are horrified by the brazen beast. At home she loves to find a sheet of paper, an invoice, a shopping guide, anything that she can get in her mouth. Then she proudly prances and parades around the house with it until we chase her down and wrestle the document away from her.
For a short time before we detected her disease, these sounds went away. Lola is the first to hate the car and hates car travel. But now with her illness, she is habituated to the trips to the doctor. And so it goes. Each day is a mixture of happy and sad. Also close by is our sweet little soul and wondrous being.
She said that she was overly conscious of every word that came out of her own mouth this day because of the mere presence of someone she respected so much from that realm. This made me think about some of my own paranoid freakouts. In one of my first big gigs with a major jazz artist, we were playing at a club in the LA area called Concerts By the Sea.
Suddenly i looked out in the audience only to see Keith Jarrett right near the stage. Oh no! I was sure it was him. Suddenly my hands turned to stone. I was thinking about every note I played. Oh misery. After this typical JH set of about 3 songs in which Joe sometimes would solo for 20 minutes per, we brought this torture to a close and when the lights came up and the dust had settled, alas this person was not Keith Jarrett at all.
After the set, I went up to the gentleman in question and sure enough, standing before me was the great Dave Frishberg. No doubting it from close up. Less thinking makes for better playing for me. I think many artists might be vulnerable to this problem.
Whatever nagging self doubts may be hanging around our psyche, can be triggered by the presence of someone you hold in high esteem. Forgot password? Keep me signed in. Your email? The email you used to create your account. The last part of your Myspace URL. Ex: myspace. Facebook Twitter Email. Full Name? Most people use their real name. Select Gender? This helps us keep people, musicians and brands searchable on Myspace. Please select Female Male Unspecified.
Tom Grant was born on Feb in Portland, Oregon to a musical family — his father was a tap dancer who owned a record store in Portland, and his brother was an avant-garde jazz pianist. At a young age, Grant learned to play piano and drums. In , Grant cut his first solo record for Timeless and in he formed his own band. Beginning in , Tom Grant started recording a series of jazz-influenced pop albums that have variously been called "New Adult Contemporary," "Quiet Storm," "Contemporary Jazz" and "Smooth Jazz"; each have been best-sellers in the "lite jazz" market.
In addition, Tom Grant has composed music for TV and radio. Viewing All Tom Grant 2. Data Quality Correct. Show 25 50 Refresh.Tom Grant, who has impressive technique and a likable style, has spent most of his recording career making music that purposely appeals to a wide crossover audience, combining jazz with pop and R&B. His father was a tap dancer who owned a record stor read more. top albums.